Life at a Lively Pace

I like football but not enough to be considered a fan. Regardless, I will be watching the game tomorrow, somewhere, to see if the Eagles can whoop some Cowboy’s, err…umm, kiester. Particularly, T. O.’s. posterior. What he put the Eagles and their fans through is beyond words. This is what happens when someone lets talent dictate whether or not a player is held to behavioral standards. Let the beatings begin!

On a related note, this can only be described as “ironic”. In the tradition of allowing celebrities to write children’s books, someone let T.O. write one as well. The title? “Little T Learns to Share” . The phrase “do as I say, not as I do” comes to mind …

We have become addicted to a game. A game called “Killer Bunnies”. Not to be confused with the Rabbit of Caerbannog, pictured to the left. That rabbit is not to be trifled with and most certainly should not be a participant of any game outside of Russian Roulette. Unless, of course, you happen to possess an extra Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch and can count only to three.

My husband’s family loves to get together and play games, so we’re always on the lookout for something new that a large group can play. We picked this game up at a specialty gaming store at the suggestion of the proprietor. The first game we played left me scratching my head, wondering if we made a mistake in purchasing the game. After the second game, I was hooked. And so was the rest of the family.

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